In the charged atmosphere of Regal Club, Ranjeet Varma, the Hunters' leader, stepped forward, his presence commanding silence. "Kiran, you've overstepped," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "Your abuse of power shames us." His rebuke, asserting his authority over the Hunters, halted Kiran Singh's attempt to arrest Robin Seth, his words echoing with finality.
Kiran, humiliated by Ranjeet's reprimand, turned her fury on Vikram Malhotra, who cowered behind her. "You dare disrespect our leader?" she snapped, her hand cracking across Vikram's face. The slap shattered his bravado, his stunned expression exposing his weakness as Aisha Seth watched, her face unyielding.
Vikram, reeling from the blow, turned to Aisha, his voice desperate. "Back me up, Aisha," he pleaded, his confidence crumbling. Aisha's gaze was cold, recognizing Ranjeet's towering significance and Vikram's reckless folly. "You've done enough," she said, dismissing him, her faith in his schemes broken.
Kiran, under Ranjeet's stern gaze, faced Robin, her voice tight with resentment. "I apologize," she muttered, the words forced. "But this isn't over." Powerless to defy Ranjeet, she stormed out with her team, leaving Aisha to face the crisis alone, her bar's fate hanging by a thread.
Robin eyed Ranjeet warily, sensing a commanding presence that set him on edge. He kept his distance, his tone cool. "Kiran's no threat," he said, dismissing her lingering defiance. "She's nothing compared to what's coming." His caution around Ranjeet hinted at deeper instincts, wary of the Hunters' leader's power.
Aisha, facing the wreckage of her empire, stood defiant before Robin. "I'll never beg you," she hissed, her voice fierce. "I'll protect my bar and Tara's custody with everything I have." Her vow intensified their rivalry, mutual disdain crackling as she refused to yield.
Robin's eyes narrowed, his voice a low warning. "Your empire's crumbling without my protection," he said. "Surrender Tara's custody, and I'll spare your dignity." Aisha's face hardened, her rejection absolute. "Never," she spat, her resolve a wall against his offer.
Ranjeet, intrigued by Robin's enigmatic presence, gestured to a private corner. "We should talk, Robin," he said, his tone measured. Robin, cautious, shook his head. "I stay in the open," he replied, avoiding deeper engagement, his instincts keeping him guarded.
Meera Varma, Ranjeet's granddaughter, bristled at Robin's dismissal, her eyes flashing. "How dare you ignore him?" she snapped, unaware of Robin's weight in Hyderabad's shadows. Ranjeet raised a hand, his patience steady. "He's more than he seems, Meera," he said, valuing Robin's potential.
Ranjeet's gaze locked on Robin, his voice dropping. "I knew your father, Robin," he said, his words a shock. He moved with uncanny speed, bypassing Arjun Desai's defensive stance, his presence overwhelming. "Your origins are no myth." His revelation, hinting at a hidden lineage, compelled Robin to pause, reconsidering his stance as the Hunters' leader reshaped the conflict's edge.